Chapter 14
Author: Jeyn
last update2026-09-10 17:37:59

Memory was an unreliable witness.

Evidence wasn't supposed to be.

So Elias stopped asking himself what he remembered. He started asking what could be proven.

The dorm room was pitch black except for the cold, pale glow of the laptop screen. It was well past two in the morning, but Elias had barely moved a muscle since reading the final, terrifying message from the System.

[You were already investigating it.]

Daniel Mercer.

The name now sat dead center in the middle of everything.

Not because El
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    The number stayed with Elias long after he returned to the suffocating quiet of his dormitory.3.It was stamped into the back of a piece of metal that had once belonged to him.Not Adrian Kaelen. Not some faceless stranger.Him.E. THORNE.Elias placed the scratched identification tag on his desk, letting it rest beneath the pale, harsh circle of his reading lamp.For several minutes, he didn't touch it. He simply looked.The metal was cold, scored with years of use, and slightly bent along one edge. The black engraving had faded in places, but the name remained entirely unmistakable.His old identity. His old life.And beneath it—MERCER — 3Elias finally picked it up. He turned it over, his thumb brushing the smooth surface.Nothing else. No department initials. No date of issue. No hospital registry number. No hidden compartment. Just three words.He placed it back beneath the light and examined it the way he would have examined physical evidence at a fresh crime scene.Scratches.

  • Chapter 15

    Elias barely slept.By morning, the laptop was still sitting exactly where he had left it, its dead, black screen reflecting the faint gray light leaking through the dormitory curtains. His phone remained face up on the desk beside it, displaying the same two messages that had kept him awake for most of the night.Stop looking for the man you used to be. He already failed once.Elias had read them so many times he no longer needed to look at the screen to remember every syllable.He picked up the phone again.He wasn't interested in the threat itself. He was interested in how it had been delivered.Elias opened the message details and examined everything the device would allow him to see. Sender information. Transmission data. Timestamps.Nothing useful.The number had been masked through a service that exposed almost no useful sender information. There was no recoverable carrier data, no obvious geographic origin, nothing that would allow him to simply point at a map and say, There.

  • Chapter 14

    Memory was an unreliable witness.Evidence wasn't supposed to be.So Elias stopped asking himself what he remembered. He started asking what could be proven.The dorm room was pitch black except for the cold, pale glow of the laptop screen. It was well past two in the morning, but Elias had barely moved a muscle since reading the final, terrifying message from the System.[You were already investigating it.]Daniel Mercer.The name now sat dead center in the middle of everything.Not because Elias remembered the man. He didn't. That was the problem.He remembered his own murder with agonizing, unbearable clarity. He remembered Marcus. The sterile chill of the St. Jude autopsy suite. The glint of the syringe. The liquid fire of the poison entering his bloodstream. The suffocating helplessness.But Daniel Mercer was a complete blank space in his mind.If Elias Thorne had truly been investigating Mercer before his death, then there was a massive, critical part of his own life that Elias

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    Before he knew it, Elias had spent the better part of the week acclimating to the monotonous and suffocating life of Adrian Kaelen. The coursework was trivial. His dorm room was nothing more than a tolerable prison cell. The System remained irritatingly silent as long as he didn't cross the line. But the university itself was beginning to become a nuisance, particularly the people who, for whatever reason, felt entitled to his time. Leo was the chief offender among them. They sat across from one another in the campus cafeteria, enveloped by the midday cacophony of overlapping conversations, scraping chairs, and the mechanical hum of vending machines. Elias held a paper cup of black coffee, his expression perfectly flat, while Leo absentmindedly picked at the remains of his lunch. "So," Leo said around a mouthful of fries, "what are your plans for this weekend?" "Something." Leo looked up, raising an eyebrow. "That sounds highly suspicious, like an answer specifically designed to

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